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Post by haji on Jan 8, 2012 11:26:48 GMT -5
Okay, so I'm posting the plot, rules, and my introduction and stuff. So, yeah. Just jump in. All are welcome and the teams will be divided as soon as I know who is who and how many we have. Okay? Okay. Here we go.
First time FLARPers usually had no idea what the fuck they were doing. FLARPing was an interactive, hard as fuck, imagination destroying game, and it usually was the reason that most trolls had either been culled or had suffered through debilitating accidents. It was not supposed to be taken on by the naïve or the faint of heart…or complete idiots for that matter.
But that was not going to stop a group of first time FLARPers, and it shouldn’t. That’s why they had FLARPing board games. They were meant to be purchased and played by idiot wrigglers so that they could possibly become serious FLARPers. Possibly…if they didn’t die or otherwise endure tremendous physical trauma in the process.
The name of the game? “FIND THIS ITEM BEFORE ALL YOUR ENEMIES DO OR YOU ARE TOTALLY FUCKED!” It was the newest beginner FLARPing game that was meant to introduce the newbies to a totally unpredictable way of expressing their creativity (or lack thereof). All it took was a group of trolls willing to play, a little imagination, and a whole lot of free time.
But since most players were wrigglers anyway, free time was not going to be hard to come by.
The rules for “FIND THIS ITEM BEFORE ALL YOUR ENEMIES DO OR YOU ARE TOTALLY FUCKED!” were fairly simple.
-Break off into three/four teams for larger groups, two for smaller groups -Choose one of the many authorized items to represent your fucked up alliance (items sold separately) -Hide it in a very clever place where it will never be found -Find the other team’s item before they find yours or you lose -Then consequences are carried out (which may include never-ending slavery or culling)
However, no one ever paid attention to fine print in the rulebook that came with the game. If they did, they would know that the game was much more complicated than that. That in order to hide the item properly, one would have to travel extensively, and leave clues hidden that lead to other clues that lead to monsters for culling to get to keys and so on and so forth. So a single item was all that was needed.
So, the game, dubbed “The First FLARPing Adventure” was going to begin with probably the worst idea to ever exist ever. A trip to the local game shop by one Hassel Larhot.
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Post by haji on Jan 8, 2012 11:47:27 GMT -5
This is the obligatory Rules post, but I'm pretty lax. :3
1. Don’t be an idiot. This is kind of common sense, but it’s like the best rule there is. 2. Conflict is always appreciated. Interaction is a must. Contribute to the plot because you can do whatever the fuck you want and we’ll probably all be cool about it. 3. If you are nervous, don’t be. 4. Let all the shenanigans happen. ALL OF THEM. 5. And wish Cursed good luck for her basic training.
And you guys have to enjoy yourselves, okay? Have fun. We're all hamsteaks here.
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Post by haji on Jan 8, 2012 11:49:47 GMT -5
Hassel Larhot was probably the most self-centered, highblood wannabe, can’t-get-over-himself-because-he’s-Hassel troll there ever was to exist in the whole universe. And that was definitely not the understatement of the sweep. But, this night in particular was meant to be a joyous occasion for all.
Because Hassel had an idea.
He had heard of FLARPing before. Maybe on a memo he had not been part of, or in passing with other trolls who may or may not have been the most annoying beings on the planet. Or possibly in some dream he could not remember. But the origins and motivations of the idea didn’t matter. All that mattered is that he was going to bring adventure and excitement to the otherwise boring life he lived.
However, being absolutely perfect did have its merit.
Upon entering the closest game shop to him—which just happened to be a whole three and a half night’s away—Hassel stalked up to the counter attendant with his eyes narrowed and his teeth grit in impatience.
“I would like to purchase the newest FLARPing game,” he demanded. “I heard you have it and I will not accept any answer other than ‘I will do whatever you tell me’ please and thank you.”
The counter attendant stared at Hassel openly. The attendant was a lower casted blue blood. Hassel was teal. The amount of disrespect was staggering, but the job didn’t pay him enough to uphold the Caste System, so he merely pointed at a wall that had a single shelf and dozens upon dozens of hooks. From the hooks hung junk of all sorts: pillows, glass spheres attached to wires that were filled with colored liquids, stuffed toys, and lusus care accessories.
Hassel browsed the shelf and picked up a thin box. The title of the newest game was printed on the top in the most boring font imaginable and he flipped it over. In tiny font, the rules were printed on the back. Hassel scrutinized it for a long time before selecting six items off the miscellaneous hooks and taking them back to the attendant.
“I will buy all of these things,” Hassel said.
“Oh, you’re trying to get into FLARPing?” His sarcasm was clear, though his chuckle was subtle. “Good luck.”
Hassel puffed out his chest. “I don’t need luck, wriggler. I am perfect in every way. You are just jealous because you probably have had no success in filling your quadrants and are trying to take your convoluted anger out on me. But it will not work because I cannot be fazed by your weak attempts at pale flirting.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“My perfection.”
The attendant frowned. He was not paid enough. He was not paid enough. “Whatever. Are you going to pay for those things or am I going to have to call a higher up?”
“I will be paying for these things.”
Hassel handed the attendant his boonbucks and took his game. The attendant did not pay him any mind after the exchange and resumed his boring as all hell job of sitting there, being harassed by naïve wriggler gamer trolls. Oh, how his life was exciting in a completely sarcastic and not serious way at all.
Hassel carried his new game home with pride. For sure, he would make a memo to announce his game plans as soon as he tended to his featherbeast lusus, Cochran, and he would thrash any and all trolls who opposed him. He was just that good at everything. The trip back to his hive didn’t feel nearly as long as the trip to the game store. It was probably because his excitement was mounting with every step.
When he did finally open the front door, Cochran was waiting for him, tail feathers ruffled and out of place. He was obviously displeased at being abandoned for so long, and the hive was in shambles. Culled and halfway eaten hissbeasts were scattered all along the raised platforms and in the grass below. Most of the plants that resided in the garden were crushed and missing leaves.
“Cochran!” Hassel cried, dropping his goods. “What the hell did you do?”
Cochran made a scathing sound and turned his head away. Hassel squinted at him, gathered his game board and items and placed them on a table. The first thing he did was clean all the half eaten hissbeasts. If Kollek, his Matesprit ever found out that he had allowed Cochran to eat them, she would not only be forever angry at him, but may potentially quit being his Matesprit. And he couldn’t have that because then he would lose his bet.
But that was a different story for a different day.
The second thing he did was trim all the crumpled plants. Most of them had to be chopped completely because their staggering imperfection was too much to bear. That had to go. However, the ones that could be salvaged were and they were placed next to each other on a higher shelf.
“Cochran, you have all of my hate right now,” Hassel growled. “But I appreciate your existence. Just not right now.”
Cochran tapped Hassel on the top of his head gently and left him alone. He settled into a nest of branches and motioned for Hassel to settle next to him, for the sun would soon be rising. Hassel rolled his eyes impatiently and sat in front of his computer.
“Let me just put out this message, you overgrown feathered asshole,” Hassel said.
whollyGrandiloquent Opened Invitation Memo
WG: okAy, so I got this nEw gAmE And Any of yoU idiots who wAnt to play ArE to bE At my hivE by thrEE solAr rotAtions from now or yoU will miss thE bEst gAmE EvEr.
And then, he logged off, climbed into his recuperacoon, and fell asleep until the sun went down again, hoping that when he woke, he would either have a fuckton of trolls wanting to play his game, or trolls at his door.
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frill
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Post by frill on Jan 8, 2012 17:31:20 GMT -5
Per usual, the first thing Duplex did was check out the memos, see if any of the people he knew had one up. As usual, there was nothing.
One thing, however, caught his eye. It was by whollyGrandiloquent, a name he had only ever seen once, in a memo he hadn't been part of. And, the title was even more interesting. Invitation Memo. His interest level was definitly high now, so, of course, he opened it. It was from yesterday, sometime just before morning.
And it was about a game. The best game ever, according to Hassel. So, of course, he decided to take up the offer.
IH: -->/ 1'll be there. IH: -->/ 1f y0u d0n't m1nd, 1'll be 1nv1t1ng a c0uple 0f 0thers.
Without waiting for approval from the troll who would be hosting, he left the memo, shooing away BirdDad from his head, sending him back to organizing all the scraps of metal and other various objects. Duplex pestered his moirail first; she would be angry if she didn't know right away.
insidiousHacker began trolling scientificArtillery IH: -->/ Hey Tac1en. IH: -->/ Are y0u there? IH: -->/ 1 kn0w 1t's early but.. SA: <G>et to the point, Duple<x>. SA: <H>urry up alread<y>! IH: -->/ 0kay, calm d0wn. IH: -->/ There's a game that's g0nna be played at th1s one tr0lls h1ve and 1 th0ught y0u m1ght l1ke to c0me. SA: <O>h, that's al<l>? <I> thought you were dying or somethin<g>. SA: <S>ure, I'll com<e>.
insidiousHacker ceased trolling scientificArtillery
Well, that went well. It was rare that Tacien was ever so complying to anything, especially with trolls niether of them knew. Duplex supposed that it was because she wanted to protect him. But, it was still nice to get such a fast yes.
Next was one of his friends. She would most likely go, she loved meeting new trolls. So, he looked for her trolltag, and was quite pleased to find her online. That was rare, too.
insidiousHacker began trolling yeastAmbassador YA: oh hey duplex nice to see you YA: what do you want IH: -->/ Holy sh1t 1 f0rg0t h0w fast y0u resp0nd. IH: -->/ Well, 1 g0t an 1nv1tat10n t0 a game and 1 was th1nk1ng y0u m1ght l1ke t0 c0me. YA: oh i'd love to come YA: but bye sedgely is bothering me to feed him
yeastAmbassador ceased pestering insidiousHacker
Duplex couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how fast Actini was at typing then leaving. It was her favorite means of aggravatiing people,and it had become part of her normal speech. He figured he should set out to Hassel' hive- from the memos he had a good idea of where it was. Saying goodbye to BirdDad,and grabbing a large book to strife with if need be, he set out on his journey.
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Godot
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Post by Godot on Jan 8, 2012 21:53:43 GMT -5
Metiet Aquias did not actually sleep. Well, alright, that was a hyperbole; he must sleep, or else he'd never have those dreams that caused him to scream in his sleep and keep everyone in a fortday awake, but he liked to refrain from sleeping in a futile attempt to avoid said dreams, and as such, Tercer was not surprised to find several messages open on his husktop when he climbed out of his recuperacoon the next night. Mostly naked, covered and sopor and groggy from sleep, the orange blood managed to slip twice and trip over his lusus once, staining his white fur green in the process and earning an indignant hissgrowlbleat in return before he finally managed to slap his way over to his husktop.
moonstruckWisdom [MW] began trolling tribusMesmer at 8:37. MW: h3y MW: h3y MW: h3y MW: h3y t3rc3r MW: h3y MW: h3y MW: fuck its day tim3 isnt it MW: oh fuck that wasnt thr333 h3ys MW: *h3y MW: there you go obs3sssiv3 MW: ooops *th3r3 MW: anyway MW: op3n your dooor :) MW: fuck you dont smil3 ugh why do3s your quirk suck?
As if eerily timed, four knocks announced themselves loudly at his door, earning a glare from the still very naked, still very tired, and now very pissy troll. Staring down the door, Tercer rapped his knuckles against his desk twice, very likely not even realizing he was doing so. He was not going to open the damn door. He was going to continue sitting at his desk, glaring at the door, until the bastard either left or knocked right. A minute passed. Four more knocks on the door; two more at the desk. The manebeast head of his lusus watched the door intently while the hissbeast stared at his charge as if to demand the troll do something. (The hornbeast bleated absently and cocked its head from side to side, being useless, as always.) Finally, four more knocks, bringing the count up the twelve, an acceptable number; two more on the desk raised it further to eighteen, which was also perfect. Not bothering with clothes or grooming, Tercer opened the door, glaring at the smiling asshole standing outside.
“Heeeey naked,” the smaller troll greeted, the picture of a chirpy asshole. And, oh god, Tercer knew he said that with the wrong amount of “e's”. Probably four. God he couldn't stand Metiet. Or the number four. If it wasn't his attitude, it was his eyes. Too wide. Didn't blink enough. It freaked him out so much.
“What. The fuck. Do you want?”
Metiet somehow managed to frown while continuing to smile. He began rocking on his heels, looking about pointedly outside. Tercer stared at him, refusing to invite him inside. He would rather stand at his door, butterball-ass naked, than let the shipwreck that was Metiet come inside his hive ever again. He was pretty sure he and his lusus were still fixing the structural damage caused the last time the red blood set foot inside. Catching on to his friend's (ally's; trolls do not have friends) point, the smaller troll slumped back to his feet, fixing the taller orange blood with what was his closest effort yet to a serious look. “I know what I'm going to make you do.”
Tercer snorted, crossing his arms and leaning against his door frame. “You're kidding me, right?”
“Nope.”
“You don't make me do anything, Aquias. That's my gig.”
“Remember our little game?” A beat. Metiet's smile only grew as the look of horror began to dawn on Tercer's face. “So you do remember, good. I won't go into much detail, but unless you'd like me to bring Valetu and Ganyme in, I'd suggest you live up to your side of the deal.”
Well. Fuck. Tercer silently swore never to allow another troll to put him in this position again. He briefly entertained the notion of taking control of his ally and forcing him to jump off the cliff half a night away, but Sancus would never let him live it down. His neighbours in the other lawn rings might enjoy it, though... No. Besides, as many death threats as he made against the annoying red blood, he had yet to dispose of him yet for whatever inane reason, and he doubted tonight would be the night he did so. Of course, refusing to cull him meant he had to go through with whatever dumbass plan he had in mind... “What self depreciating act are you going to make me do, Aquias?”
“Oh, don't say it like that. It'll be fun. Promise!” The grin on the other trolls face did not look like fun. It looked punchable. Tercer really wanted to drive his fist through that face right about then. Undeterred by the death stare he was receiving, Metiet hopped on his toes and clapped his hands together before his chest. “You're going to play a game!”
Tercer did not look thrilled as Metiet shoved a grubby piece of paper in his hand that may or may not have been the page from a book at one point, bid him to wash up and told him to await further instructions. Tercer only managed to register one note of complaint-- “You're making me FLARP?!”-- before Metiet slammed the door in his neighbour's face and chuckled lowly.
moonstruckWisdom [MW] began replying to Invitation Memo at 8:35. MW: count one more in. :) moonstruckWisdom [MW] ceased replying to Invitation Memo at 8:35.
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Post by Ven on Jan 9, 2012 0:11:38 GMT -5
It wasn't unusual for Kollek to be up so early in the evening. She usual woke up as soon as the sun set, usually to make sure mongoosedad hadn't culled all her hissbeasts while she had been asleep. She was pleased to find her room in perfect condition and had started to get ready for the night to begin. For now, she would just check to see if Hassel or Argeus, or anyone she knew, had started any memos.
Walking over to her desk, Kollek carefully picked her sleeping Lusus up out of the chair and gently set him down on the floor before taking a seat and turning on her husktop. Yup, there was a memo started alright. But it didn't look like it was made for chatting. "Invitation Memo" was the title. What was Hassel up to this time? Scanning his post, she couldn't help but smile and clap a little, waking up mongoosedad in the process. It was about time he came through on the FLARP idea he had suggested in a memo the other night.
As she read the rest of the posts,(she knew Duplex was one of the people who had replied, but she had no idea who the other troll was) she had to wonder why he made it an open invitation FLARP session. Surely even he had to know he would probably put off any potential players who didn't know him with him going on about his perfection (which he was bound to start going on about sooner or later.). Hell, she suspected him calling them idiots in his opening post put off a few people. Oh well, that was Hassel for you.
serpentineBenefactor [SB] began replying to Invitation Memo
SB: It isss about time you ssstarted thisss up like you promisssed!
SB: I think you ssshould have at leassst told me you bought the game before making thisss memo though
SB: :S
SB: But whatever.
SB: Thisss ssshould be fun.
SB: Be at your hive in a bit~
serpentineBenefactor [SB] ceased replying to Invitation Memo
As she started logging off, mongoosedad had climbed up onto her desk to see what Kollek was so excited for. Clearly annoyed at being ignored, he bit the troll's hand lightly as she stood up, earning a scowl from the girl. "Ow! I don't have time to play with you right now. Go play outside or something." she scolded, pushing in her chair and heading out of her room with mongoosedad trailing behind her.
Once downstairs, Kollek started opening her door to leave only for her Lusus to rush past her and block her from exiting. Uhg, was he that annoyed with not being told where she was going? What a pain in the ass. "Geeze, I am just going over to Hassel's hive. I don't know when I'll be back but I don't think it will be for too long." the teal blooded troll crouched down, patting the creature on the head. He could be annoying, but mongoosedad was alright.
Pleased with her response, he allowed her to pet him before moving out of her way, watching as she shut the door behind her.
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Post by sophie on Jan 10, 2012 0:59:17 GMT -5
There was something satisfactory sitting on the ground several hours after nightfall, stacking rocks on top of each other.
Actually, no, there wasn't really, Zevari had to concede. For he was doing exactly that and not deriving much of anything from it, besides maybe a sense of loneliness. If anything, perhaps the feeling could be better described as dissatisfaction, because it wasn't even a stable structure that he'd constructed there on the floor of his hive. Sighing, to no one in particular, for there was no one else in the room, he reached out with one hand and pushed the structure over, cringing at the several loud clatters the rocks made as they clattered down. Shoving the stones back under the table by his recuperacoon, the troll slumped down into a sitting position once more, arms folded.
Normally, he reflected, any sort of construction project would have been fun. But designing the greatest structure ever known to Alternia was not anywhere near the forefront of his thinkpan at the moment. The concept that had claimed that position happened to be a certain memo that had been posted up, an invitation memo, to be specific.
Zevari didn't know whollyGrandiloquent was. A teal blood, presumably, which was a realistic assumption. A pretty cool one, by the way he carried himself. He had to be cool, or at least, semi-cool, because he had addressed the general population as idiots in his first message and people were responding to the memo, anyway. And didn't cool people usually get away with that sort of thing? He wasn't positive, but it sort of made sense.
He'd never tried FLARPing before, but it seemed like it would be fun. Pulling himself up, he walked over to the other side of the room to take a seat at his desk and turn on his husktop. Looking at the read over the Memo once more. They were up to four trolls, now, at the minimum, it seemed. Zevari had no idea how many of them knew each other, but serpentineBenefactor and the troll who opened the Memo certainly did.
Four people didn't sound like it was enough for a FLARP session. And all of them were probably nice. Nice-ish. It had been an open invitation, after all. It took him moment to gather his wits about him so he could type a coherent message.
indeterminateArchitect [IA] began replying to Invitation Memo
IA: this s-s-seems like it would b-b-be fun IA: i-i-if you don't m-m-mind, i'll, um, i'll be there, t-t-too
indeterminateArchitect [IA] ceased replying to Invitation Memo
Logging off and closing his husktop, Zevari stood, pushing his chair in. It would probably be a good idea to head over to WGs hive, to make sure he wouldn't be late. There was nothing worse than a bad first impression.
"Miniotaurphant!" he poked his head out the back door of his hive to find the lusus chewing on a discarded chair. Zevari didn't remember owning that chair, ever, but he couldn't help but cringe a little- it looked expensive. Then again, he suppose that it was the small price to pay for having a low maintenance lusus. "I'm going t-t-to, um, to go away for a few days," he nodded for emphasis, "to play a FLARP game, w-w-with, um, with some other trolls." He was pretty sure that was a fond, permissible look on the lusus's face, so Zevari smiled and headed back into his hive.
A few minutes later, it was out the front entrance and outside to go looking for the hive of the WG.
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Post by haji on Jan 15, 2012 0:28:58 GMT -5
The sun set. Hassel climbed out of his recuperacoon, filled with an excitement that only wrigglers were allowed to feel. He made sure not to look too happy because Cochran would wake up and peck him for disturbing the perfect silence that still graced the hive.
Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last long, because as soon as Hassel cleaned himself up, organized his plants—some of which were not looking too good after being trampled—and booted up his computer, he looked back to the memo he had opened the night before. A bunch of trolls had answered him. He recognized some of them, most noticeably Kollek, but never saw any of the others. He may have recognized one of the quirks, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t know them, therefore they were stupid. And dumb.
He didn’t even bother counting how many trolls had answered him. Whoever was going to be here was going to be here. But there was only one problem with his fabulous plan. Sure, they had expressed interest in FLARPing with him, but some—if not most—of them didn’t know how to get to his hive. It could be found, but Hassel didn’t want to waste time. He was too perfect for that.
[whollyGrandiloquent [WG] Began Responding to Memo]
WG: i bEliEvE i mAy hAvE jUmp too qUickly into this. somE of yoU don’t know whErE i livE. i hAvE AttAchEd A mAp to my lAwn ring. if yoU gEt lost, thAt’ll bE yoUr fAUlt.
[whollyGrandiloquent [WG] attached hasselsperfectlawnring.jpeg]
WG: i’m going to figUrE this gAmE oUt now. i look forwArd to thosE brAvE EnoUgh to hAndlE how pErfEct i cAn bE. bE rEAdy, idiots.
[whollyGrandiloquent ceased responding to memo]
Hassel sidled over to the table where he had left the game and the items for it. He opened the box and pulled out three thin books, eight dice, and a single sheet of paper. “Quick Setup” was printed across the top of the single sheet.
“What is this?” Hassel asked himself softly. He tipped the box over and a couple of oblong shaped pellets rolled out. Hassel picked one up and pinched it between his fingers.
He glanced at the single sheet of paper and read it quickly. To him, the largest of the oblong pellets had to be the simulation grub. Whatever that was. But, it didn’t matter, because he placed all the pellets on the table and went in search of something that could easily draw blood without getting it all over everything. Cochran would have a fit if that happened.
As Hassel opened up different drawers, the hissbeasts below the raised platforms of his hive began to wake and hiss loudly. Hassel hushed them in a futile attempt to keep Cochran asleep. However, he was unsuccessful, for his lusus rose at the sound of potential breakfast and followed him hungrily.
“Would you get out of here?” Hassel said, waving Cochran away. “I'm trying to bleed on a stupid pellet. Move.”
Cochran cocked his head and pecked Hassel lightly on the forehead. Hassel disapproved of the gesture of love and swatted Cochran away, which only resulted in another gentle peck to the forehead.
“Go away!”
Cochran turned away, ruffling his tail feathers. As he strutted away, he scooped up an unsuspecting hissbeast and attempted to swallow it. Hassel jumped on his back and tried to save the pathetic creature, but it was already too late, and the only thing that came of it was an angry lusus and a cut hand. And imperfectly cut hand.
Teal blood leaked out and stained the top of Cochran’s head. Hassel, though tempted to shout a number of creative and unnecessary obscenities, merely hissed in pain and cleaned his wound. It wasn’t that bad to be honest.
Oh, but then a brilliant plan that could only be thought of by a perfect being popped into his head. He ran over to his table and picked up the largest pellet. He made sure to smear as much blood as he could on it before bandaging his cut. When he placed the pellet back on the table, it began to swell.
“Fuck,” Hassel whispered.
Hassel poked the pellet, which had swollen to the size of a newly hatched grub. Panic almost took him, but then it stopped, and a strange holographic menu appeared before him.
ENTER NAME:
Hassel frowned. “How am I supposed to do that with no keyboard?”
The hologram didn’t change.
“Well, this sucks.”
Not even ten minutes after opening the game, and he had already screwed it up. Nice job, asshole.
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Post by frill on Jan 21, 2012 14:02:39 GMT -5
Boop.
The noise scared Duplex shitless for a moment, having forgotten about the dumb miniarature husktop BirdDad had found and insisted Duplex carried with him(or at least, that's what he thought the persistent pecking meant). It was incredibly glitchy and all together worthless. Not to mention it made irritating sound. Frustrated, he sat down in his(and the other trolls in the hivestems) lawnring and pulled the tiny husktop out of his pocket. Opening 'Invitation Memo' once more, he didn't know whether to be annoyed or relieved. WG had left yet another condescending message, more trolls had replied, and, most importantly, a map. And,as expected, it had a perfectly pretentious file name. He was liking this troll less and less. However, he did need the file to participate in the game.
[insidiousHacker [IH] began responding to the memo] IH: -->/ Well, thanks. IH: -->/ 1 guess.
[insidiousHacker [IH] ceased responding to the memo]
Without even saying hello or stopping for a chat, just simply saying that this was the map and to use it, he sent the files over to Actini and Tacien. Hopefully they hadn't set out yet. It was unlikely, however. Actini was probably still preoccupied by her lusus, and Tacien would make sure she had more then enough ammo before she dared leave. Duplex shook the worry fromm his head, stood up, pocketed the husktop just in case any other updates were made, and, attempting to remember the map, set off again, luckily in the right direction.
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Post by Ven on Feb 6, 2012 4:01:08 GMT -5
Considering how close Hassel's hive was to her own, it didn't not take long for Kollek to arrive, standing eagerly just on the edge of his lawnring. She was surprised no other trolls were around until she realized it was still early in the evening. Not to mention not everyone could live that close to him. She was just lucky.
Not wanting to look like an idiot standing there, she walked up to his hive, knocking on the door four times before opening the unlocked door without an answer. If he'd been anything other than her matesprit she would have waited, but surely he wouldn't mind. He was normally excited whenever she came knocking. Not to mention he should be expecting her by now.
However, she was not prepared for the mess that awaited her once she entered his hive. His normally organized hive was now in perfect ruins. Not paying any mind to the other troll, she stared at what had caught her attention. His Lusus was currently enjoying what looked like half of a hissbeast. Oh god, it was awful to watch the poor thing being devoured like that. She could have cried for the unfortunate creature. But it only made her angry for some reason.
"Hassel Larhot! What the fuck is this?" Kollek shouted, stomping over to her matesprit, a hand curled into a fist while the other pointed at Cochran. "I...Why would you...I can't... You're impossible sometimes!" she finally managed. "I thought we agreed no hissbeast culling! What happened to that!? And another thing, I--wait what is that on your desk?" In the middle of her ranting, Kollek had, at first, failed to notice the stuff dumped on his desk. And holy hell how did she miss that weird...screen thingy? Man she was oblivious sometimes. "What have you been up to...?"
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Post by haji on Feb 7, 2012 15:13:18 GMT -5
Hassel hadn’t heard Kollek’s scathing voice until she was yelling at him. Was he not trying to hide all of the evidence? Was he not busy trying to figure out what the holy fuck was going on with the simulation grub? (Thankfully, he had figured out that he had inadvertently started the FLARPing game without everyone there. Or maybe not so thankfully.) Was he not a little bit preoccupied?
No, he wasn’t. Not at all.
“Kollek!” Hassel cried. He tried his best to kick as many dead hissbeasts off the platform as he could as he made his way over to her. Cochran was a quick one. He was going to have to make sure that his misdeeds were better hidden next time. If there was a next time. Kollek might not be so easily distracted…or forgiving if he were ever caught again.
ENTER NAME:
ENTER NAME: HASSEL LARHOT
ACCEPTED
The holographic screen had flickered as Kollek barged in, temper flaring, voice raised. And she made it very clear that the screen was voice controlled. What a nifty discovery to make in the middle of a scolding. How relevant. And how nicely it provided a distraction.
Hassel clamped his hands behind his back, trying to hide his cut. He didn’t need to explain how he received it. He didn’t want to admit that he had actually tried to save those pathetic creatures even though that surely would have gotten him some brownie points on the forgiveness scale. Perfect beings did not have to explain their motives.
Their motives were because of fuck you.
“I started to set up the game,” Hassel said quickly. “I mean, I gave my blood sacrifice or whatever that was. And I was just about to enter all the information but I couldn’t fucking figure out how to do it until you just walked in without knocking.” This was false. He heard the knock but just couldn’t get to the door in time. Thus, he was caught. “And yeah, I know about the hissbeast thing. Don’t have a spotted, milk-producing hoofbeast over it. I had it under control.” Also a lie.
The holographic screen flickered again.
ENTER LUSUS BREED:
Hassel glanced at it, clearing his throat. “Uh…Cochran?”
ENTER LUSUS BREED:
ENTER LUSUS BREED: COCKRAN
DENIED
Hassel scoffed and turned away. “Stupid machine. How about, PeacockDad? Or BirdDad? Man, what the fuck.”
ENTER LUSUS BREED:
ENTER LUSUS BREED: PEACOCKDAD
ACCEPTED
ENTER STRIFE SPECIBUS:
“ClipperKind,” Hassel said quickly. “More specifically hedge clippers.” It wouldn’t hurt to add a little bit more information than was necessary, would it?
ENTER STRIFE SPECIBUS: CLIPPERKIND
ACCEPTED
ENTER SYLLADEX TYPE:
Hassel was quickly becoming annoyed with the constant questioning. It was like the stupid game was goading him in a totally not ironic way. Hassel grit his teeth and huffed moodily. He just wanted to get this stupid thing over with so he could either yell at Kollek for being mildly bothersome, or hug it out while being mildly bothered. They both sounded okay at this point.
“Grr…Fibonacci Mirror Modus!” Hassel yelled at the hologram. “Would you stop asking so many stupid questions?”
ENTER SYLLADEX TYPE: FIBONACCI MIRROR MODUS
ACCEPTED
ENTER BLOOD COLOR:
The screen blinked on its own. Hassel’s shade of teal blood colored the screen and there was a series of beeps, whistles, and clicks and the screen reset itself.
TEAM ONE CREATED
ENTER TEAM ONE NAME:
Hassel looked at Kollek. “I think I should name the team something awesome and perfect like myself.” He pondered for a moment. “Oh, I know. Wait…no I don’t. Kollek, any suggestions? Since you are so going to be on my team even if I have to fight for it.”
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Post by Ven on Feb 8, 2012 6:15:00 GMT -5
"I am not having a spotted milk-producing hoofbeast!" Kollek snapped. God, he was so full of himself. And such a liar. Under control her ass. Whatever, it didn't matter. Now wasn't the time to argue about it, that could be saved for later down the line. It would be better to let him concentrate on setting the game up. Since, no doubt, he was obviously going to claim the leader spot for team one. He wouldn't have it any other way. Typical Hassel...
However, it looked like all the questions was starting to piss him off. Not wanting to enrage him further, she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smirk. "I doubt yelling is going to do anything but make you even angrier." the young troll pointed out, unable to suppress a small giggle. She did have to wonder what lusus breed and such had to do with FLARPing though. So she could, somewhat, understand his frustration.
"You flatter me Hassel. As for a, uhm, team name give me a second to mull it over." Kollek replied, rubbing her chin in thought. "Oh! I think I got it." she said after a moment of silence, snapping her fingers. "Team Ravage sound good to you? I figured whoever is also on our team might, uh, resent it if your "perfection" was somewhere in the name. What do you think?"
((hehe, gutter suggested that team name because ven sucks at that stuff. wweh.))
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Post by haji on Feb 10, 2012 7:42:30 GMT -5
Hassel pouted. “You are having a spotted, milk-producing hoofbeast! I can see it. I can also see that I might have to not talk to you for a minute or you’ll physically harm me in some way. Or we could skip straight to the bucket filling.”
Hassel, with a broad smile on his face, glanced at Cochran, who had snapped his head towards him, seemingly appalled by what he just heard his offspring say. Hassel swallowed quickly and waved his hands in mock innocence.
“Of course I was just kidding, Cochran,” Hassel explained. “I was just saying that. I didn’t mean it.” His smile faltered slightly and he rolled his eyes. It was time to repeat Cochran’s teachings, though he did so with plenty of sarcasm. “One cannot achieve perfection by mingling with those who are not perfect. Follow the golden ratio to the letter and you will earn everything you wish for. Those who do not recognize greatness when they see it are nothing but idiot wrigglers and deserve to have their fingers chopped by the shears of perfection. And I’m sorry I was dirty.”
Cochran nodded and settled into his nest, swallowing the last of the hissbeast in his beak and squawking contently. Hassel waved him away and looked at Kollek. No one else had arrived yet, so he could maybe get away with showing emotion as long as it was quick. And as long as Cochran didn’t see. He grabbed Kollek’s hand in a totally rude and condescending way.
“I think the team name is okay,” Hassel said, patting her hand as gently as he could, which wasn’t very gentle at all. “Team Ravage. We’ll fuck you in more ways than one.” He grinned. “Ha, that’s the best name.”
He frowned again. He narrowed his eyes at Cochran, looked over Kollek’s shoulder at the front door, and paused for just a moment. Then he kissed her forehead. Quickly and quietly, without looking at her directly. After all, they were matesprits, so it was okay.
“If you tell anyone I did that, not only will I deny it, I will divorce you.” He let go of her hand and went over to the table where the simulation grub was still projecting a holographic screen.
“Team Ravage.”
ENTER TEAM ONE NAME:
ENTER TEAM ONE NAME: TEAM RAVAGE
ACCEPTED
TEAM RAVAGE REGISTRATION COMPLETE
TEAM TWO REGISTRATION BEGIN
ENTER NAME:
Hassel folded his arms. “I guess we wait for a fucking idiot to show up then, don’t we?”
And so…he waited.
((i'm sorry if that trolled anyone's feels. i'll take it down if it's, like, inappropriate or something. also, hassel is such a baby and i love him. acting all tough cuz he's a big softee. and *squish*
also i love character development because of reasons and hassel is the best troll everyone go home
and *sigh* i think i might want to double, but i don't know as who yet. i would put him/her on the other team though. probably tateum.))
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frill
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Post by frill on Feb 11, 2012 20:51:40 GMT -5
Tacien frowned, looking at the map, and back up. Luckily enough, this troll's hive was fairly close to her own, only about a night's travel. It was odd for her to be so far away from her home in the sea though, and she did dearly hope that this FLARPing session wouldn't take too long. After all, the only reason she had come was because her moirail would probably be a fucking idiot and get himself culled if he went by himself. And if that happened then someone was getting their face blown to bits.
She assumed this hive was the correct one, seeing as it was in a field like on the map. With a sigh, she rapped on the door three times in succession, hoping she wasn't the first one to arrive. It would've been awfully awkward. "Open up!" She shouted irately.
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Post by Ven on Feb 12, 2012 2:22:26 GMT -5
Kollek was torn between wanting to run out of the room out of embarrassment and wanting to slap her matesprit across the face. She settled for grinding her teeth together instead, cheeks turning bright teal. It wouldn't be that bad if he'd said it while they were alone, but his lusus was in the room! Not to mention he was implying she was going to hurt him. Well he wasn't all that off, but still...
"I am not going to harm you just because you're having the spotted, milk-producing hoofbeast." she hissed, frowning at the way he grabbed her hand. The fact he was patting very hard didn't help either. "This is exactly what I wanted to avoid with that team name..." she pouted, wincing slightly. Kollek made a mental note to remind him to be more gentle if he was going to pat her hand. Because fuck that really actually hurt.
However, the sudden kiss was a surprise. And actually really sweet. ...Until he sort of killed it with that comment. It was the thought that counted though, right? "Of course I won't tell anyone, Hassel. I--" she was cut off by the knocks at Hassel's door and the demand to be let in by...whoever it was knocking. But that was good! More trolls had arrived to participate in the FLARP session.
"Oh! Hassel more people are here!" Kollek clapped and did a little dance in place before rushing to the door before Hassel could say anything. "Don't worry, I'll get it for you~" she called over her shoulder, yanking the door open with a large, goofy grin plastered on her face. The smile faltered a bit as she stared at the sea dweller. Damn they were scary looking. "O-oh, hello there. I guess since you're, uhm, the first to arrive you can be the other team leader! I mean, uh, if that's okay with you of course..."
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Post by haji on Feb 13, 2012 13:06:18 GMT -5
Hassel bristled as Kollek moved away to open his front door. And it was a seadweller standing there of all trolls. Hassel instantly felt this hatred of them because there had been an occasion where he had come into contact with a seadweller. A challenge was made and Hassel freaked out because if there was one thing he couldn’t stand in any amount lager than what was used to wash with, it was water. Lakes, ponds, seas, it didn’t matter, he hated it.
Because he couldn’t swim.
So, what could he do when his obvious opponent walked into his hive so impatiently? He would make them his opponent.
Hassel strode across the room, grabbed the semi slimy hand of the seadweller troll without even asking for permission or a name, and dragged them over to the simulation grub, which had been pulsing continuously while still keeping the holographic screen up. He grabbed one of his numerous trimming tools on the way and held it to the palm of the seadweller’s hand.
“Looks like you’re my new enemy, fishface,” Hassel said. "Argeus will be fucking jealous. As he should be."
For a moment, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea to harm a seadweller, because they would certainly result in murder of some kind, but he wasn’t thinking straight. He took the tool—a tiny pair of leaf cutting shears—and sliced the seadweller’s palm, spilling purple blood onto the simulation grub. The simulation grub sucked up the blood greedily, and began to swell again.
It was much bigger than before, and the brittle table Hassel had placed it on began to sag and groan. The grub itself sputtered and made suction sounds from what looked like a mouth. It was surely the most unappealing thing that could ever exist. Hassel leaned away from the simulation grub and made a face of pure disgust.
“That’s some nasty shit,” he said. “Put your information in, seadweller.” He made sure to sound as respectful as he could while he spoke, for he had no desire to strife or run forever in fear of being culled.
ENTER NAME:
ENTER NAME: SEADWELLER
DENIED
Hassel frowned. “Now you’re just being a smartass.” He looked to the seadweller. “What will you do now?”
((Hope I'm not being a god mode. Because I'll take it down if it bothers anyone. I'll also be adding another troll I think. I'm going to go put up her information.))
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Post by sophie on Feb 15, 2012 2:57:21 GMT -5
It wasn't that Zevari was directionally challenged, or even something like it. But he didn't have much experience travelling about, and consequently, had no idea where WG's hive was. It was a good several hours of shuffling about aimlessly; not getting more than a few hundred paces away from his hive in any direction before changing his mind on which way to go, before heading back inside. Thank gog, a map to the lawn ring. Breathing a sigh of relief, Zevari stared at it until he was fairly certain he had it memorized. If he moved quickly, it was likely he would be able to get to the hive before sunrise.
A while later, notably, a while that was neither short nor long, Zevari was standing outside the hive that he assumed belong to WG. It looked nice, probably an indication that he himself might have some redecorating to do when he got home. Staring at the entrance, it was a few moments before he realized he should probably knock on the door or risk standing out here for an indefinite number of cycles.
Raising a hand to the door, Zevari rapped on it twice, carefully, "Uh, I'm, h-h-here for the FLARP s-s-session," he said somewhat blithely to the still closed door. Whether it was practice for when he was faced with actual troll-on-troll interaction, or with the idea that someone would actually hear him was anyone's guess.
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Post by haji on Feb 16, 2012 12:57:20 GMT -5
Vanora Taetro was a simple young troll. She lived in the deepest part of the sea with her lusus, an angler-whale, and spent a majority of her time with her companions, drinking tea. Today, however, Whalemom had come to her and requested that she take some time for herself so she could be with other trolls. Vanora, at first, was reluctant to leave the comfort of her garishly boring beige hive, but Whalemom gave her an ultimatum.
Go have some fun, or there would be no more light.
Vanora, who had been painting a couple of teacups in her spare time, protested the threat, but Whalemom was adamant. Vanora decided that instead of trying to force her lusus to change its mind, she would just traipse on land for a few hours and then come back. After all, those bacterial colonies were not going to harvest themselves, and Vanora didn’t want to associate with land dwellers for too long.
But, alas, she went.
She looked through a couple of memos before swimming out into the open sea, just to peek at what could have possibly been occupying a land dweller’s time. Some, she noticed, liked to talk about their private lives where any troll on the internet could see. This was an immediate sign of poor taste, but it didn’t really matter. She had to do something.
There was an Invitation Memo opened a few nights ago by a whollyGrandiloquent. She frowned at the color of the text. Teal. Teal bloods could not be that pretentious. They weren’t high enough on the hemospectrum to prance around like they were actually important. It was pure blasphemy, and Vanora had every intention of going and culling that idiot. But, the contents of the memo piqued her interest. A FLARP session? How interesting.
However, Vanora was boring. As boring as one could be without dying from such a lack of interest. It was amazing that she hadn’t rotted away, but then again, finbeasts did not like to eat boring, bland things. It just wasn’t their nature. Vanora patted her fins gently. Would she go and see what was going on?
What if it required her to be interesting? What would she do then?
She would figure it out later. Instead of responding, she took the map that had been attached by the memo creator, fed her lusus her highest quality bacterial colony, and headed out. As she swam, her long dress—courtesy of her seadweller status—flowed around her and made her look especially eerie.
As if she didn’t look crazy enough on her own. She had bioluminescent eyes for god’s sake. That made it easy for her to see in the otherwise pitch black water, but it would surely freak anybody out who saw her. She didn’t care.
Whalemom swam beside her, deciding to accompany her to the surface. Nothing crossed their path. As soon as Vanora poked her head out of the water, she felt uncomfortably warm. During the day, the sun would warm the waters closest to the surface. The farther down, the less warmth, and during the night, the water would remain warm primarily. However, Vanora lived so far down, that warmth never reached her, and she was comfortable in the cold.
Warmth made her feel like she was suffocating.
“I will be back soon,” Vanora said. Her voice was flat and monotone, showing no hint of emotion anywhere. One would think that with such an unusual appearance, that she would have an interesting voice like other seadwellers, but no, never.
One thing was for certain though, Vanora did not like land. The wetness of her dress weighed her down and she seemed to trudge through the sand. According to the map, she would be walking for a while, but that did not bother her. She just couldn’t believe that she was going to go to a teal blood’s house to see what the FLARP session was about. She remembered saying something about not ever talking to any troll who was lower than a blue blood unless it was necessary.
However, she had to choose between talking to a pompous teal blood and having light in her hive. She chose the light. She would need it to paint by, and when Whalemom took the light, she took all of it, no exceptions. Which would suck.
It would be at least two night’s travel to get to the hive of whollyGrandiloquent. Vanora was not pleased by this, but she tolerated this, because maybe, just maybe, she would be able to cull a lower blood because she could. And if anybody had a problem with that, she would cull them too.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
((And I'm bringing in Vanora because I want to. Okay, okay. And also stalling slightly. ))
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Post by frill on Mar 3, 2012 15:50:58 GMT -5
A tealblood with a rather large and silly grin was not something that Tacien was used to, living in the ocean where only seadwellers could venture without dying. So, she figured she might as well make friends with her.
That was until another tealblood came out of nowhere and dragged her off. With a sputter of curses that were strung together rather incomprehensibly, rage welling up inside her at the fact that this troll of lower station then hers would dare do this without asking.
Hell, she didn't even like the hemospectrum that much and she thought this guy was in for a good culling for treating her like that. And calling her fishface, too. Oh, not to mention he cut her fucking hand with leaf cutters. Oh yes, she would make him pay. Just not now.
"Tacien Shelva."
She said to the holographic screen, which flickered to the next question, asking her about her lusus breed. Her useless idiotic lusus. She thought to herself for a moment as to why her lusus had to be one of the rare highblooded lusii who were completly and utterly useless.
"AxolotlMom."
With a quick buzz, the machine accepted it. Tacien took her time to shake blood off of her hand, seeing as it was getting annoying, dripping all over her hand and all.
ENTER STRIFE SPECIBUS:
"ShotgunKind."
ENTER STRIFE SPECIBUS: SHOTGUNKIND
ACCEPTED
Tacien by now was growing a bit annoyed with the stupid machine, and with a sigh, she answered the next question displayed, which just happened to be about her Sylladex Modus. She was quite glad she had managed to restock the modus with a full deck of twenty cards, because she knew she would probably run out by the games end.
"Shooting Range."
ENTER SYLLADEX TYPE: SHOOTING RANGE
ACCEPTED
TEAM TWO CREATED ENTER TEAM TWO NAME:
Tacien shrugged her shoulders. "Randomize Team Name." She honestly didn't give a fuck as long as it wasn't Team Grass or something. The simulation grubs screen cycled through a list of names, stopping at Rocket.
TEAM ROCKET CREATED
ASSIGN TEAM MEMBERS
"Well that's a fucking stupid name." Tacien grumbled, kicking at the ground in a small fit of anger.
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Post by haji on Mar 6, 2012 7:42:04 GMT -5
Hassel dropped the seadweller’s hand as soon as he received a look of pure contempt. He obviously did something incredibly stupid, and would probably regret what he did at some point in the future. Though right now, he couldn’t have possibly cared less about what a slimy, fishface seadweller thought. Tacien, the leader of Team Rocket. His mortal enemy—at least for now.
Hassel threw a cloth at the seadweller. He didn’t like seadwellers—correction: he absolutely hated them—but he wasn’t so idiotic and ignorant that he couldn’t at least show false respect. They were enemies now, leaders of two different teams of idiots, and they had to be at each other’s throats in a totally platonic way. There was no black infidelity here, no way.
But, alas, there had been a second knock at the door. Hassel made his way over, mildly stressing about how he was going to construct his perfect team, and he opened the door with such a force that he was surprised that the troll on the outside hadn’t been sucked in. It looked like a lowblood. Someone much lower than him.
“Who the fuck are you?” Hassel asked. “Are you an idiot who has come to be led by the most staggeringly perfect individual you have ever laid your garish pupils on? Because if you have, you are in the right place. If not, you can kindly turn your lowblood posterior around and march back to whatever hideous hive you came from.”
Hassel looked the troll up and down. He looked young, not too much younger than himself, but still younger. He was probably going to avoid taking this one onto his team. Young trolls were weak trolls. However, as opposed to waiting for an answer, because there would have been no other reason for some stranger to show up on his lawn ring, Hassel grabbed the troll’s hand and dragged him in.
Unlike with Kollek, he wasn’t trying to be gentle and his grip was tight, almost like he wanted to harm him.
“Quiet you,” Hassel retorted. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Cochran settled down but seemed to eye Hassel in response. Punishment was imminent, but not right now. Hassel didn’t care too much though. He had a game to win. He stood at the table with the simulation grub, which continued to expand, though at a much slower pace. He collected the other smaller oblong pellets that had come in the game box and handed one to each of the trolls who were already there, making a point to hand one to Tacien the seadweller last.
“I’m just going to get this fuck party started, if you don’t mind,” Hassel said. “Whoever isn’t here now will miss this and it will be their loss and no one is allowed to tell them what I said.”
Hassel picked up the Quick Setup sheet of paper. He skimmed it, again not taking in too much of the content. He looked at Kollek and the younger lowblood. “First we need to split into teams. There are only two. Mine…and the other team.” Hassel turned up his nose. “I want first pick.”
Hassel closed his mouth briefly. He wasn’t really thinking about his option, he just wanted to make it seem like it was actually kind of difficult to make a decision so he didn’t seem biased. Of course he was going to pick Kollek. Only a complete dumbass wouldn’t realize that. Hassel was the neediest tealblood alive.
“I pick Kol—” And of course a knock at the door interrupted him. Hassel hissed distastefully. “God damnit! I open the fucking door, I close it, I fucking open it again!”
He stomped over, though he lightened his tread a little bit when Cochran rustled his feathers. They made a loud bristly whistle sound and Hassel rolled his eyes. God damn lusus being an annoyance.
Hassel wrenched the door open, preparing to hurl a direct insult at whoever it was that was probably going to do something with the insecurity of the target mixed with the physical unattractiveness of the lusus of said target. But when he opened his mouth, what came out was a stifled scream.
Standing in the doorway was one of the most unusual looking seadweller-trolls Hassel had ever seen. She was wearing a gown that seemed a little damp, and her hair was a wild mess. But what really got him were her eyes. They casted an eerie glow on her grey skin and her teeth, which were pointed and thin, protruded from her bottom lips. She was intimidating.
“Are you WG?”
Hassel was knocked over by the monotone in her voice. In fact, to him, it made her scarier because he definitely wasn’t going to get away with disrespecting her. He could already tell that he had angered her in some way. Maybe it was the way she narrowed those glowing eyes at him when he nodded.
“My name is Vanora,” she said. “You are playing a game, yes?”
Hassel didn’t speak, merely nodded again.
“I will play too.”
She stepped inside and settled in a seat, not wanting to stand with the rest. She instantly recognized that there was only one other seadweller. This made her pleased, because this meant that she wasn’t going to be the only seadweller present in this little escapade. It also made it easier to assert herself because she would have automatic support. He folded her hands in her lap and listened carefully.
Hassel closed his front door gently, as in slammed it shut, and returned to the group of rag tag trolls. He cleared his throat. “As I was saying. We need to split into teams now. And I choose Kollek to be on my team. Because of reasons.”
Vanora smirked. The tealblood picked the other tealblood, how sweet. But WG seemed to have an affection for her that was more than just a red crush. And it was at that moment that Vanora figured out exactly how she was going to have her “socializing time”. She was going to ruin a lowbloods life. How fun.
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